Ivy Andrews Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So. Whore. Oldest gig in the book. Been ‘round forever – fact! Ancient Babylon? They had temple whores. Sacred stuff – no kiddin’! Priests bangin’ chicks for the gods. Wild, right? Makes me laugh – ha! Religion and sex, mixin’ it up. Like a cocktail – shaken, not stirred. Gets me thinkin’. “You’re either livin’. Or you’re dyin’,” like Bigelow’s boys say. Whores? They’re LIVIN’. Makin’ cash. Dodgin’ creeps. Survives like soldiers in Iraq – defusin’ bombs, defusin’ DRAMA!

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The vibe here is mellow, kinda like "A Serious Man": like, "This is not my day, eh?" but then, bam, hi-ho! I'm walkin' Main St. where you'll find old Brick & Bone Pub, a chill spot with neon lights. The streets, man—they're twisty, jumbled, like a crazy maze. Over on Maple Drive, near the old clock tower, I often ease my clients' stressed muscles after a long day. Not to mix up, but that clock tower rings like a cosmic reminder, "Everything is just fine, ok, really fine", y'know?

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